Why does the mountain look so steep?
A mile wide, and an inch deep.
No way to say when we'll reach the peak.
We're just sitting here waiting, so to speak.
I've crossed the prairie—
I've swam the creek.
I've hopped a fence—
Been chased by sheep.
I lay at night, but never sleep.
I keep making promises I can't keep.
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